Without realising we had camped along Fuller Ridge, a section that many had warned us about with regards to its snow and slopes. Having awoke early the snow was hard and relatively easy to cross and before we knew it we were on the other side and descending back to the dusty heat of shrub-land. On our way down we got nice views of the summit we conquered the day before. Suddenly we found we were crossing paths with hikers we’ve never met before. The heat took some getting used to again, but passing the 200 mile mark gave us the boost to near the bottom of the climb and settle down for a warm but very windy night.